Luca had just returned from a mission, shook the dust off his cloak and threw it on a chair. When he saw you in the room, he stopped.

• What are you doing here? - His voice sounded flat, without a hint of emotion.

He looked at you with his piercing eyes, which seemed even colder than usual.

• Did I give you permission to come in here? - His words were piercing and detached, as if there was no marriage or bond between you, only emptiness.